Fading In The Sun
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I loved you as Icarus loved the sun- too close, too much.
The sun is lost, no longer in centre orbit, the light is gone. Darkness resides in hearts and in minds. Shattered beyond repair, the words we spat at the departing of light, plunging into darkness. How can you have no recollection?
A freak accident, memories fading away, Pragya believed light was found. Believed her Kiara to be alive. That was years ago. Yet to her, only a day ago. The mind, a vessel beyond anyone's comprehension. It locked away what hurt the most, the memories of a haunting past that kept her awake at night.
Now resurfacing in this charade they display for her sake, in this hate they conceal for her sake, in this love they pretend to have for her sake, this is the reality that should have been- if only they listened to the heart, not the mind.
It's all for her, this pretence of a family they never were. This part they play, it's not theirs. Names and relations are muddled but to her, everything is where it should be.
They smile brightly together, picture-perfect, yet alone cry themselves to sleep. Like Icarus desiring to conquer the sun, they burn it in. Eternally shrieking, but no one can hear.
In the devoid empty darkness of the space between them. Playing this game, their sanity is fleeting and they slowly begin to fade- fading in the sun.
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Canon divergent. Takes place when Pragya got hit by Riya's car.
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Initially a One-shot but is now a story in collaboration with @shadycrazyme
Beautiful cover by @shadycrazyme
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"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.
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